TWENTY
LOUTH, LINCOLNSHIRE, 2021 AD
Jake’s eyes flickered open and Alice peered down at him, concerned. His face was so pale and wan.
“Are you alright, my love?”
His weak gin was more like a grimace, “I’ve just watched three nuns bury a chest full of treasure.”
“Where? Will you be able to find it?”
“I doubt it. All I know is that it was by a trail through a forest and they buried it beside a stone cross at the top of a long hill.”
She looked pleased. “that’s a lot of information, Jake. I think we can use it to start a treasure hunt. If we find your chest, it’ll make the dove pale into insignificance.” At last, the bitter bile of losing the jewel at the moment of their triumph left her.
Jake glanced at his watch and waited with his arm around Alice, in retrocognition time had no mea
